leaned up against the wall in the men’s restroom. I couldn’t
believe how forward this chick was , she didn’t have a problem
coming up to me, grabbing my hand and pulling me in here. I was
pretty shitfaced, but when I asked what she was doing, she just
answered me by getting down on her knees and stating,
“Stacie’s hungry for an
all-beef hot cock.”
I couldn’t believe what
was happening, it seemed like I was dreaming. But these weren’t the
kinda dreams I had now. I didn’t dream at all, instead nightmares
hounded me. Nothing but betrayal, heartbreak and devastation
plagued my sleep; this must’ve been my shit reality because I could
feel her lips tightening around my shaft.
“Faster.”
Grasping ahold of her
blonde locks of hair, I slowly pushed her head against my thighs as
I thrusted forward. She knew just how to open up the back of her
throat, and the feeling I got when she would swallow almost made me
blow my load right then and there. Her mouth felt good, warm and
luscious, but it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t… her . I leaned my head back, closing
my eyes and just went through the motions to finish.
Pushing away the thoughts
that were eating away at my brain, I couldn’t even stand the
memories of voice invading my now impenetrable personal space. No
one was allowed in that area that was me. It took me learning the
hard way that being a nice guy got you nothing but shit on, so my
outlook on life was now to ’use and be used’, and it had gotten me
this far in the game, why not carry it on until the end.
Picking my head up, I
looked down at the girl on her knees before me. My hands were
suddenly running through long brown hair, tensing, I jolted
straight up. When she looked up at me through her eyelashes, I saw
the eyes that could see deep into my soul. The green eyes were
locked away, or so I thought, far away in the depths of my
mind.
“You ok, baby?” My memory
spoke to me.
It wasn’t the blonde’s
voice; it was her voice. That soft southern twang was prominent over the Boston
accent that was there not even sixty seconds ago, plain as
day.
“Don’t…don’t call me
that!” I demanded, as I began to push her off of me. She was
fighting me, the more I pushed, the harder her grip on the legs of
my jeans became. I looked around the dirty bathroom, needing to
look anywhere else other than at her. I could hear the beat of the
music coming through the walls as loud as a rumbling train, the
beat vibrating against the door.
All at once the music
became louder as the door opened. In walked a man so drunk, it took
him a moment to consider the scene he had just walked in on. I
began tucking my dick back in my pants just as he quickly turned
around, and walked out.
I didn’t know what the
fuck was happening to me lately, I couldn’t get away from these
visions. I would see her walking down the street, in the elevator, or at
the grocery store. At first, I had noticed just a glimpse that
would make me do a double take. Then the next time, the whole ride
up the elevator. Now they were lasting several minutes.
“Uh, I didn’t catch your
name, sweetie but whatever is bothering you; I can make things all
better.” The girl said, still down on her knees, wiping the corners
of her mouth.
“Shut up…Don’t talk!” I
insisted, now officially in panic mode. Each time my eyes would
roll to her, it wasn’t the blonde curls that hung down the sides of
her shoulders but rather the shoulder-length brown haired, green
eyed beauty that once possessed my heart and soul.
I couldn’t set my eyes on
her, hell…I couldn’t even bring myself to say her name, how fuckin’ insane was
that! I stumbled to the sink, and threw a handful of cold water in
my face. Staring at the drain in the bottom of the sink, I was
determined not to turn around.
“Get up!” I said as I
continued looking down in the sink. This little escapade was over.
“Don’t you even realize where you’re at? What’re you doing